Call me an adult. But not an adult as enough adult.
I. For I say a prayer and let the evil times roll in. Because God never advertised his 30 minute show up policy.
II. For living like a tide. And there are days when the moon is full and has an uncontrollable pull.
III. For I wait and then wait more for the right time. And then watch it passes by, elegantly, without my consent.
IV. For breathing life into monsters. And then complaining why he destroyed everything once again.
V. For changing the world. But not as much as the world changing me as an adult.
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ReplyDeleteHe had always loved the sea. She had a way of talking to him. Of getting him to share his deepest secrets like a mother would. Of getting him to bury his deepest pains like a sister would. Even of getting him to chase his wildest dreams like a girl would. She had a way with him. Of treating him like a rag doll, playing him like only God himself could.
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